Mr. One Day..

Mr. One Day..

There's this guy I've been feeling lately.
I see him all the time
in my mind.
And we spend alot of time together,
However,
I don't really know his name.
It sounds insane,
But I love chillin with him.
He keeps me laughing
and asks me questions like
he's actually interested in the answers I give,
cause conversation is never weak with us.
He is special to me,
and honestly,
I think I'm falling for him.
But I've never even met him.
I know who he is,
his personality is amazing,
stargazing
is when I see him.
Loving him.
Kissing him.
Touching him.
In my head is where we meet,
as he asks me for 2nd and 3rd dates so he could see me again.
Nobody told me daydreamin was gonna be like this.
Its this that's got me trippin,
Its him that's got me prayin.
Saying to myself,
I wanna be with you.
Mr. For Real,
Mr. Sincere,
Mr. For a While,
cause I'm tired of Mr. Right Now.
See, Mr. Right Now
don't know the value of time,
and mine is precious.
But, Mr. One Day
has got me sprung.
Mr. One Day
makes love to me...mentally.
I wanna colloborate the most important things in my life together so...
I wanna write with him.
Pen tips and soft lips,
I wanna slam with him.
I wanna live the arts
via his soul.
Making still life portray matrix moves,
we'll be making love in moments even kodak couldn't capture.
Too fire for photography.
Too captivating for canvas.
Too you...for me.
I call first dibs
on watching you live,
shit, I'm your rib,
so pass by the crib
and just kick it with me.
We'll pass the day with some Hathaway,
or vibe for Miles on any Holiday.
Cause if I'm humming a tune in my head,
he tends to pick up on the second verse.
And its worse when he sings to me,
with his fingertips,
making my hot spots do flips,
my shit has fits when he spits,
and then I'm left to get what I get
from mental movie clips
from before he dipped.
So, see he's more than a wish.
Cause I've still never met him.
When I think of him,
I never want him to let me go.
As he holds me,
He knows me,
He grows with me.
But then I come back down to realize that
I can't grow with him,
until I learn to grow alone.
Until I finally hold my own.
See, when I become content with my own company,
then I can enjoy someone else's.
So he'll remain in my thoughts
until God's ready for me to meet him.
Though sometimes patience can be a burden
cause I'm human,
I'm trippin,
I'm hoping,
I'm praying
for it to be easier to take that first step and see that
I'm not lonely,
I'm just by myself today.
And be cool with that.
But, it seems that I'm still stuck in the limbo of meantime,
and as I stand here,
Mr. One Day has got me sprung.

I AM..

I AM..

The Last Time..

The Last Time..